The smiles as she walked in the room have all turned into frowns Am I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom The tantrums and the tears play a very different tunes to what they did before Their heads red raw And the end doesn't sound like the happiest around When you sobbed before it felt much more like the product of the squabble Now there's reason for it to be something more And there would be Oh its uncertain weather, the curtain has shut for good She said "see if it's still raining but I'm not dressed for it, and if you loved me..." And I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare But still decided to stop her there
Would it be outrageous to say We're either shouting or we're shagging locked in tempestuous phase At least that's how we felt yesterday The eyes are getting heavier And whether you're sleep or awake, is a mistery Would a kiss be too much to ask When you fit me as sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask It's a pity It just hit me we can't go back To the chest touching on the back